Roses are red
The Pile is growing
The thoughts of which
Have set me glowingg
Lynn’s box of toys
Will come in most handy
If we should ever
Stop licking split candy
What Heidi decides
We will not contest
Her fingers can count
Each soft sweet breast
Dee’s oven stays warm
After baking us pies
We show her our thanks
With opening soft thighs
The season of giving
Will soon be arriving
Let’s arrange a Pile
And enjoy our writhing
Unfortunately we were robbed of our future by an intruder
Roses are red
I greet your return
As I am the newbie
I have much to learn
The men may lie in wait
Us girls know how to enjoy
We come so we’ll equipped
With fingers, mouths and toys
If Dicalguy is bored
It will not be our worry
He can sit it out
Whilst we enjoy a girlie flurry
making everything feel so perfect....
Company of others is what I crave
Where shall we start from?
Unfortunately I enjoyed their “friendship” a little too much??
galvanising the two of them
PENALTY
Plenty enough names abound leaving tantalising yearnings
DARKNESS
Forward into that beautiful oblivion we yearn for
Unfortunately finding the right friend or friends can prove problematical
Roses are red
Lynn’s words are sublime
She rises above us
And proves it in rhyme
Their desires are clear
Nude images their style
But we are sisters as one
And safe in our Pile
Be gone lustful males
And leave us to our pleasures
The Girl Pile Rules
And we have your measure
So come ladies please
Our games we can enjoy
We only need us
And never a boy
THIRSTY
Time helps in relishing sensual tactile yearnings
FLOORING
Roses are red
A pic would be nice
Lewd, crude, or rude
Will determine the price
But what of this talk
Of favors for money
For the right girl
I’ll gift her my honey
So gentlemen above
The gals are agreed
You might have to pay
But we get it for free
And now the dilemma
A man will pay for pleasure
But women we do not
I think we have your measure ?
Cozy toes and warm nips...
Fortunately spreading is something I enjoy
Friends are there when you need them.
Roses are Red
No pics for our Rob
With such as you
They will cost a bob
For our American friends
A Bob is a shilling
I doubt that helps
But at least shows willing
A shilling was 20 cents
But that was old money
I fuck for a tenner
But only if sunny
A combover is the opposite of bald. One combs over what hair one has.
But maybe it should be two words, hee,hee
First one has to decide whether to order to the chicken or the egg before the other
Roar or raw, now there is a chicken and egg dilemma
Down and dirty is sometimes fun
Roses are red
I feel quite ignited
You all seem so nice
I’m even excited
I will be wary of Rob
And his lascivious eyes
Only offer the ladies
A glimpse of my thighs.
No more shall I say
I think not my place
Be seen but not heard
And just watch this space
his strong arms promising more...
Should our new subject, as Amelia suggested, therefore be “memories”?
